A gaunt, green-eyed old man who looked more like an ape than a human being squatted atop the spire of the Supreme Tower, squinting down at the corpses of Great Wu's soldiers on the ground. "You've done well, boys! These fools are good-for-nothing! How dare they provoke us with their pitiful strength?" His voice was hoarse and grim, extremely unpleasant to the ear.
Wu Dehou's stomach was in knots, and he had to squeeze his legs tightly together to prevent his pee from leaking out as he stared at the old man in horror. A feeling of despair and dread came from his instinct and almost knocked him out. It was an instinctive feeling of a lesser living being toward its superior predator. He knew from the first glance that the old man could easily kill him with one finger.
